In Fact, Because Of This Deep Desire

You Want To Shut Up Every Negro Who Has The Courage To Stand Up And Fight For The Rights Of His People, For The Rights Of Workers, And I Have Been On Many A Picket Line For The Steelworkers Too.

The Talents Of An Artist, Small Or Large, Are God-given... They Are A Sacred Trust.

Artists Are The Gate Keepers Of Truth. We Are Civilization’s Radical Voice.

Yes, I Heard My People Singing!-in The Glow Of Parlor Coal-stove And On Summer Porches Sweet With Lilac Air, From Choir Loft And Sunday Morning Pews-and My Soul Was Filled With Their Harmonies. Then, Too, I Heard These Songs In The Very Sermons Of My Father, For In The Negro's Speech There Is Much Of The Phrasing And Rhythms Of Folk-song. The Great, Soaring Gospels We Love Are Merely Sermons That Are Sung; And As We Thrill To Such Gifted Gospel Singers As Mahalia Jackson, We Hear The Rhythmic Eloquence Of Our Preachers, So Many Of Whom, Like My Father, Are Masters Of Poetic Speech.

In Fact, Because Of This Deep Desire For Peace, The Ruling Class Leaders Of This Land, From 1945 On, Stepped Up The Hysteria And Propaganda To Drive Into American Minds The False Notion That Danger Threatened Them From The East.